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I'd be curious to see how/where/when you write this stuff, Tim, what your inspirations are, how the wheels turn! Are you truly wearing your heart on your sleeve in this piece? "She's looking for a poet,but doesn't know it--a man with a kind heart,kind of an old fart,looking for a new start." I'm guessing that would be you - the old fart! ARE you looking, or is this a work of fiction?

Tim, I really enjoyed the rhythm and the flow of this poem. You have an ability to bring such lightness even as you're being serious and the juxtaposition is charming. I have a feeling you're going to look up into just the right tree and see just the right girl.

This is whimsical,catchy and full of hope. It reads a bit like a song. I like how you have described a girl with flaws and quirks. She seems like someone I would really like. I'm sure she is out there for you and it will be her lucky day when she finds you.

__More than thirty years ago, Kathy was in my tree, she has been my "Miss America" since.__We cherish our failures, laugh at our successes, and we ignore false idols... those media created, "inflated icons." __Well, in truth, I do have one idol, the comic charactor "Marmaduke." __Fine hope, here, Timoteo, and I feel your sincerity. Doug

Truth and humor are never far apart, and they're joined at the hip in this one. An entertaining journey from love to Steely Dan to appearence v reality to politics. Enjoyed every word. Hope your New Year has a tree full of non-Miss Americas and it doesn't rain men instead.

...a man's dreams...oh what a wonderful girl she must be then...and i so hope you will find her, growing in a tree and falling like a red, ripe fruit right into your lap one day - and she will look into your eyes, knowing immediately you were the poet she was looking for all her life...smiles...nice write timoteo, i enjoyed it a lot ;=)

Well yes, once upon a time in all our girl lives, we did spend copious time in trees dressing up horny toads and hangin' from limbs reading Little Women upside down unaware that our tummy was bare or our shirt up to our neck. Clearly sir, that was the time to have found us. Decades pass and we aren't in the trees that often. Still we can be found near the trees in parks and forests where we found early nurturing. Look for older girls there. More bark-like, we'll still wave in the breeze. Fabulous write. I loved every single solitary word!

Desert Rose, (I like your prophecy--hope you are psychic)PattiKen,(Here's a penny for your thoughts--don't worry, it's not THAT one)Jen, Brian, Carrie, Gabriella, (loveNlight to you!)Beachanny (Loved your comment--yes, I'll look for one with shirt up to the neck!) Jingle, (Thanks for the invite--would like to make your Thursday poets rally, but time restrictions may prevent me this week). You're fabulous my dahlings!

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